He was beautiful.
That's all I could say about him, with his perfectly sculptured nose down to his beautifully full lips that looked so tempting to kiss. I wanted him to pin me against the wall and bruise my lips with his kisses.
I knew this wouldn't last for long as he wouldn't last for long. He was another one night stand, another fling that I would never talk to again. My lips murmured out false promises of dates and drinks that would never happen once I had gotten into his pants, gotten a taste of what he hides behind his boxers.
"Come with me" I whispered into his ear, nibbling a little on his lobe.
"It's be my pleasure, love" he whispered back in his sexy British accent that I wanted to hear him murmuring sweet nothings to me whilst he was inside of me.